drink on the way home. I could do with one.â
Ben took his glasses off and stuffed them into his breast pocket.
âWell, Iâve no pressing engagements for this evening. Why donât we make it dinner?â
âI donât see what they hope to find out in Germany,â Evelyn Western pointed out. âAll thatâs been gone over and over and nobody got anywhere.â
She was driving to London with her husband. The glass partition was shut, so the chauffeur couldnât hear their conversation.
âThatâs exactly what I said to Julia,â he answered. âBut sheâs got some idea in her head about the woman who brought the bastard to England. Thereâs no record of her dying when Kingâs biographer says she did. Sheâs following up on that. I donât believe it matters. Heâs lied about himself so often, one more lie doesnât make much difference. Good thing is she persuaded Harris to work on it with her. He said no to me. I told you.â
âYou canât blame him after last time,â his wife said.
âI hadnât any choice,â Western insisted. âTheyâd found Richard Watson. I had to back off.â
âI know,â she placed her hand over his, comforting him.
âIt might have been a bluff, but I couldnât risk it. The honours list was up for confirmation, we were going at full throttle with the TV franchise â I had to pull Harris off the story.â
âWe should have gone to see him,â she said slowly. âI said so at the time. But you wouldnât listen to me, Billy.â
âI knew him, you didnât,â he retorted. âHe wasnât the sort to be bought off. Thatâs all King needed â proof that Iâd been to see Watson or made some attempt to bribe him. Then heâd have crucified me.â
âHeâs going to do that now,â Evelyn answered. âItâs just a matter of time.â
âTime is what itâs all about,â he said. âHe wants the Herald , and heâs waiting for the right moment before he pulls the rug out on me. But Iâm going to get there first, Evie. Iâm going to show him up as a liar and a crook, and nothing he says will be believed after that.â
âAnd you really believe that Julia can do it?â
âWith Harris to help her â yes. I have to believe it. I have to.â
Evelyn Western looked out of the window. It was raining and the glass was blurred and opaque in the failing light.
âI wish he was dead,â she said.
Western didnât answer. He had thought that often enough. It was the last desperate option. But he didnât say so to his wife.
4
Harold King swivelled his chair so he could look out of the enormous plate-glass window. It offered a magnificent panoramic view of London, with the silver sweep of the Thames so far below it looked like a ribbon. In the distance he could see the pointed towers of Westminster and the House of Commons. Once, when he had made his first million, he joined the Liberal Party; he liked the idea of becoming an MP. He had stood during the next by-election and been roundly defeated by the Labour candidate. Since then he had conducted a merciless campaign against the MP in particular and the Party in general. The defeat had wounded his pride, and he never forgave anyone or anything that touched his self-esteem. Beyond the Commons lay his ultimate goal. The Lords.
But that was some way in the future. That would be his next target after he had increased his power and sphere of influence by the acquisition of the Sunday Herald . And with it the political journalists that had made the newspaper famous, and the financial section that was so well respected that it had inside information from the Treasury and the Chancellorâs office. Western had built himself a power house in that newspaper.
He had recruited the best people, paid them the top
Sonia Gensler
Keith Douglass
Annie Jones
Katie MacAlister
A. J. Colucci
Sven Hassel
Debra Webb
Carré White
Quinn Sinclair
Chloe Cole